Message-ID: <44164asstr$1062285002@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Original-Message-ID: <20030830095049.86848.qmail@web20509.mail.yahoo.com>
From: Khajit <khajitlover@yahoo.com>
X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2003 02:50:49 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: {ASSM} Bernard's Lust
Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2003 19:10:03 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/44164>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman

All the usual: Don't read this if you shouldn't, all rights reserved by
author, not for posting at any pay or commercial site, etc.

   Bernard's Lust (Mmf - reluctant oral anal incest best bi quasi-victorian
mc?)



   -------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!?  Yahoo!  SiteBuilder -
Free, easy-to-use web site design software <1st attachment, "bernard's
lust.txt" begin>





   Bernard's Lust

   ACT ONE

   He could tell the stable boys were nervous when he went down to gather
Ajax and Hector, the Master's two German Shepherds.  Bernard couldn't blame
them, after the things that he had done down in the stables.  To them.  He
knew they feared him, and they had reason.  Yet they had never gone to the
authorities, or told the Master.  'Perhaps it would be better that way,' he
mused.  'though the shock would certainly kill his mother.' If only he
could stop.  He had felt so sure he could stop this time.

   But it was on him.  He could tell its effects now.  It was damnable how
it always escaped his control when that damned Englishman was visiting. 
Lord Rankin.  His hands trembled as he gripped the leads of the two favored
dogs.  His excitement was growing, as was the horror at the thoughts that
ran through his fevered brain.  He knew who it would be.  The two new ones,
the orphans that the Master had brought in as kitchen girl and yard boy. 
Thoughts that he would not touch them fled.  He had ordered them up to the
library, there to sit, worries about their duties or petty misbehavior
actually the least of their trouble now.  The rest of the upstairs staff
released for the evening.  Thomas, the Butler, downstairs, and he, Bernard
Shumer, the Master's valet, in control of the whole floor.

   Bestial thoughts that he loved and hated coursed his mind.  His neck
twitched.  How had he, a college graduate, a football stalwart, a
dark-haired strapping young man of six feet and two hundred pounds, of
normal desires for the opposite sex, how had he become this monster?  In
his pants he could feel his priapus, rock hard and twitching.  That
question, as always, left unanswered.  He lead the two dogs into a
vestibule that connected to the secret room.  In that room, he had already
secreted the tools of the night's tableaux.  Tying off the leads, he
commanded the dogs to lie down and stay.  As always, they obeyed.  With a
smile that only barely betrayed a grimace, he headed back to survey the
night's victims.

   The Master, always interested in social betterment and inexpensive
labour, years ago started hiring orphans from various homes throughout the
northeast.  Many fled their employ and were never seen again, some after
becoming an object of Bernard's horrible lusts, during one of his 'spells'.
Some, like the stable boys, stayed.  Never before had a brother and sister
been brought on.  Bernard watched them through one of the hidden panels. 
They sat, uncomfortably, in the library, fidgeting in their seats,
occasionally whispering.  Eddie was fourteen, of medium size, a bit of
muscle, but not into his full growth yet.  Fine cornsilk hair, high
cheekbones, brown eyes, full lips, a dusting of freckles inherited from his
Irish ancestry, no doubt.  He wore but a clean workshirt and pants, which
he filled out well.  Bernard's cock moved in his pants.  Actually an
agreeable boy, hard working, charming, in a lower class manner..  The
Master was not so enthused with his Catholicism, of course.

   Sitting next to him, his sister, Evie.  She was still a slight thing,
only twelve, slim and usually cheerful.  She possessed a beautiful cupid's
bow smile, on a fine boned face, a retrousse nose, cornsilk hair shading to
auburn, a shade that set off her many freckles, freckles she was very self
conscious about.  Her hair was pulled back and gathered.  She wore the blue
and white uniform of the kitchen staff, without the aprons or caps.  She
had not flowered into womanhood yet, and Bernard had it from the kitchen
ladies that she had not yet had her menarche.  Bernard's cock twitched back
and forth.  He could no longer perform with fully fledged women, that had
disappeared a few years into this madness.  But she was still young enough
to allow him excitement.  Horrid excitement.

   It was like a dream - no, a nightmare, a reoccurring one.  He swept into
the library, and fed them a story of the Master being unhappy with their
minor faults and imprecisions, and he did not wish to send them back, but
discipline must be maintained.  He watched the play of fear on their faces,
perfect, very good.  Evie actually took up for her brother more than he
expected.  Plucky girl.  She agreed to take half of her brother's
punishment.  Oh she would indeed.  Plans formed in his mind.  Ah, beautiful
changes.

   Into the secret room he led the little lambs.  "Please go easy on her,
sir," Eddie pleaded in a low tone.  He smiled at him, it was so charming.
Bernard told him he would be able to decide by a certain amount.  He led
them to the low leather horses, and set them each upon their own, facing
away from one another.  Before they could consider the strangeness of it,
he buckled them down, ankles and wrists firmly attached on each side.  He
selected a switch, and showed it to both.  Eddie gulped and tried put on a
firm face.  Evie's eyes got very round and she began to shiver a little.

   As he always did, he bowed to the large inset mirror in the side wall.
He moved behind Eddie, the fever burning in his brain and his prick. 
Undoing the young man's pants, he slid them down around his knees.  Eddie
cried out, but was shushed easily.  These things must be done properly. 
The boy's buttocks were finely muscled and shapely, with only a whisper of
down on them and a smattering of freckles.  The position displayed them
quite well.  Between the twin hills lay a fetching groove, and a starry
anus that twitched in the light.  Oh , but not as much as it will.  Bernard
licked his lips in anticipation.  The part of him that found this dreadful
was in full retreat, and the polymorphous perversity held full sway.  Count
ten, he called, and he laid the switch upside the boy's butt.  Some high,
some low across the thigh.  Eddie squirmed and let out squeeks and grunts.
A few bracing sets warmed up the young man, leaving a red set of smarting
buttocks and a few good lines there.

   Bernard stopped to admire the handiwork.  Beneath Eddie's inflamed
posterior, a pair of small balls, clinging high, skin all crinkled.  Pale
reddish hair sparsely around it.  Beyond that a decent sized prick, still
soft, uncircumsized, very pink.  Bernard knew it was time.  He unbuttoned
his dark pants and pulled out his drooling prick, its naked head glowing
purple, richly covered in his precursor juices.  Until his descent into
this madness, he had not realized that the 8" prick, nearly 6" in
circumference, was quite so large.  And with his madness came prodigious
ability to maintain his stiffness and vigor and complete many hours of foul
deeds.  He rubbed his nob between thumb and forefinger, stiffening it
further if such were possible.  He pulled out his low hanging sack of quite
large balls, a family trait, and bounced them vigorously.  First a bit to
take the edge off.

   Moving forward, he turned on one of the Master's ingenious machines. 
The mechanical arm held another switch, and it came down noisily on a
leather ottoman.  Bernard moved up behind young Eddie.  His quivering hand
slid across the reddened cheeks.  Eddie jumped at the touch as if it were a
blow.  His hands glided across the smooth warm flesh.  Bernard's breath
caught in his throat.  He pulled the cheeks apart and admired the groove,
the starlike sphincter.  Moving his bulk up to the boy, he laid his
throbbing priapus along the boy's valley.  Eddie cried out, 'Sir what are
you doing.  Mister Bernard....' Bernard lay across him reaching a hand
under his tousled shirt to grab a nipple, the other to caress his face.  He
whispered "Boy, be quiet!  Do you want your sister to know what is
happening?  What you will now become?  Do as I say.  " He felt a twitch
from the young man's face.  Yes....sir.  Giving the boy's nipple a twist,
Bernard pulled back.  The mechanical beater continued to play out its
rhythm.  Evie called out tremulously to find out if all was fine.  Eddie's
face contorted as he called out "Yess sister." "Just another phase of the
discipline my girl", was Bernard's reply.

   Crouching behind the youngster, Bernard centered in on his target. 
Tongue extended he swiped down the crevice between the glowing buttocks. 
Delicious sounds came from the boy, which he tried to hold back so as to
not alarm his sister.  That was good.  Bernard centered on his hole,
lightly dancing his tongue across the striated muscle of the anus.  Licking
it heavily.  He pushed his tongue into the interior.  So tight.  He loved
the way it squeezed his tongue, the musty flavor now so delicious.  He
tongue fucked it vigorously listening to the sounds of young Eddie, as his
shame became tinged with something else.  You'll know what I feel, thought
Bernard eventually.  After a vigorous spate of tonguing the young ass,
Bernard dropped to the crinkled skin around the balls.  They were easy to
engulf.  The crinkly scrotum delighted his tongue.  Exciting, eh, boy.  And
sure enough, there was a young dick, semi hardened, its head barely peeking
from the skin that surrounded it.  Bernard slide his tongue along the sides
of the rapidly hardening cock.

   But now it was time.  Standing up, he spat on the top of his engorged
glans.  Aiming it at the center of the unsuspecting asshole, he grabbed the
boy and laid in his stroke.  The surprise allowed his dick to plow in past
the sphincter's ring, gaining two inches in one hard push.  The boy cried
out, then choked it shut, wimpering a bit and squirming like an eel within
his bonds.  Evie, still unaware of the nature of this punishment, cried out
for her brother.  He just bit his lips.  Bernard pushed inward, and felt
the tightness of the boy grip him, felt the slide of his prick deeper into
the boy's bowels.  Another sharp poke or two had him six inches deep in the
squirming boys bottom.  Eddie was now crying softly.  Bernard reached over
to speed up the pace of the spanking machine.  Bernard drew back on his
entombed penis pulling it back out til he was nearly out of the tight
nether mouth.  And then he started driving in and out to the time of the
rhythmic thwacking.  Bernard started to shiver himself as he drove his dick
in and out of the boy, feeling the contractions milk his length He grabbed
the boys shoulders and began to drive faster driving his full length up the
tight ass.  He whispered to the boy how at first it was difficult but Eddie
would learn to love it all.  The boys breathing was becoming laboured, and
Bernard dropped a hand down to feel the youth's cock.  Sure enough it was
swelled , the head fully out, and cum was leaking from it.  Bernard stuck
his thumb in Eddie's mouth.  "Suck," he commanded.  Eddie complied as best
he could as his breathing increased.  Bernard felt the glory come about him
and he pounded into the asshole with great fury.  Eddie's muscles rippled
along his dick and he plunged deeply in as he felt the cum shoot from his
balls through his searing dick into the boyish bottom.  Bernard collapsed
across the back of the young man.  Gasping, in the midst of his blistering
ecstasy, he knew how wrong this was, and his spirit cried.

   Moments later he unplugged himself from captive lad and considered the
next scene in the tableaux.  Now it was time for little Evie.  Leaving the
quietly sobbing boy he wiped his soiled prick on a handy cloth as he
approached the young girl.  When informed it was now her turn she squirmed
deliciously.  But there was too little to see.  Selecting a sharp knife
from amongst the tools, he quickly slit her waistband and slid the dress to
her ankles.  Evie's voice quavered as she addressed him.  'Sir, what are
you...' Bernard leaned close.  'Quiet!  Don't let your brother know.' Her
uninspiring undergarments soon lay slit on the floor.  She had a most
beautiful ass, the skin milk-white excepting the spray of freckles, her bud
scrunched tight with fear, the puffy smooth lips of her pussy peaking out
beneath.  While slim and untouched by puberty, she had some bodily
definition.  A bit coltish now, he could see she would grow into a
delicious lady.  Fine sleek legs that....  Bernard's stone hard phallus
flagged , dropping its salute.  Bernard's remorse tugged at him.  He had
once loved children, now he could only perform with them and worse.

   Taking up the switch, Bernard dusted Evie's beautiful behind with a
flurry of blows.  Up came his cock, reminded of the evenings duty.  Evie
bit back any cry.  A tough little girl.  Perhaps that would help her. 
Though there was no longer any need to hide things from her brother,
Bernard engaged the mechanical paddler, at a slow pace.  'Hush, young
lady," he admonished, " Say nothing and find what joy you can." He knelt
behind her, breathing her girlish odour, combined with the sweat of fear.
His fingers sought the soft resilient backside, caressing the skin, only
lightly warmed.  He gripped them, enjoying the feeling.  He pulled them
apart to stare at the anus, winking before him.  He kissed it, lovingly,
sliding his tongue out, dancing across the aperture, gliding across the
perineum, sliding in past her labia.  Bernard breathed in the perfume of
her as he found her button, and tweaked it with his tongue.  The softness
of her pudenda was heavenly.  He lashed at her clitoris, alternately
sucking, flicking, twirling it about.  She tried to maintain her silence,
but breaths and cries were soon wrenched from her.  Bernard returned along
his path.  He stopped at her anal bud and dove in with his tongue.  Her
sphincter muscle twitched in time with his thrusts and twirls.  He
deposited a great deal of saliva in her.  Perhaps it would help later in
the ordeal.

   Standing up suddenly, Bernard stepped around the horse in front of the
owlishly blinking girl.  She focused quickly on the shaft marshaled out
from Bernard's pants.  The glans was glistening purple, the veins of the
knotted staff were swollen and pulsing.  Bernard whispered to her.  "You
know how this is done?' She nodded, telling him she had heard things from
the girls in the orphanage and the ladies in the kitchen.  'You are going
to take this in your mouth and pleasure me, as I pleasured you.  If you do
this, I will not take either of your maidenheads.' The reddish blonde hair
positively flailed about as she nodded vigorously.  He approached her face,
rubbing his prick across her cheeks.  He commanded her to lick the head
first, and watched as her pink tongue timidly crept forward to touch the
head.  An electric shock it was.  Bernard trembled.  Evie got a strange
look on her face and swirled her tongue across the cap, tonguing the
corona. She latched on to the head and sucked it.  She sucked him deeper.
It felt passionate, but relatively unskilled.  Bernard horrid inner voice
took him and he grabbed her by the head and pushed in, deep into her mouth,
deep into her gagging throat.  He stroked mightily, twisting to make the
enjoyment greater.  Evie's eyes were bugging out and she made gasping and
retching sounds around his cock.  Bernard pulled back.  'You need to breath
when I pull out dear girl.'

   Bernard left her there for a moment, and traveled back to young Eddie.
The boy had regained some composure, but winced as Bernard came into view,
thoroughly cowed.  Bernard knew that look.  Bernard had felt it.  But now,
time for act two.  Kissing the boys face, Bernard told him what his part
would be in the tableaux.  The boy was dismayed, but the lust was in him,
and like so many others, he would do what was needed.  Bernard fed him his
cock, requiring the boy lick and suckle the head, the balls.  Then he
unbuckled the young man and told him to await the signal.

   He returned to Evie.  "Suckle it again, darling girl." Evie looked at
him with eyes glazed in fear and hunger.  She swiped his rod with her
tongue, left and right, then mouthed the pulsing purple glans, running her
tongue around it.  He let her play for awhile, letting her forget anything
else.  It was time.  He grabbed her head by the ears and the edges of her
jaw.  Evie's eyes turned up fearfully to gaze at him.  It was delightful.
He explained he was going to go deep into her mouth and she should relax,
but not stop using her tongue.  He reminded her to breath through her nose
on his out stroke.  He slide his member into her mouth, watching her
struggle, gasp, and try to relax.  He felt the tickling flutter of her
epiglottis on his cockhead and marveled as he watched her throat distend.
His cock slid down her gullet.

   Bernard motioned to Eddie.  The boy lurched forward, his muscles trying
to go both directions at once.  A play of expression moved across his face.
Bernard recognized it.  He had seen it in the mirror on occasion.  Eddie
had the constitution of youth, and his dick was once again rampant, the
head clearing the foreskin and ready for the action soon to commence.  The
poor girl whimpered around his rod buried in her throat, and Bernard
remembered to stroke out, he gave her a long moment to snort in air and
then plowed into her steadilly, marveling at bulge in her throat as his
pego transited.  He gave her one last good breath and sunk deeply into her
gullet.  He admonished her to use her tongue.  He held tight as Eddie
reached the horse.  Evie started to struggle when he gripped her thighs. 
The boy's face twisted with loathing and lust.  Bernard smiled at him. 
Nodded.  Eddie fumbled with his sisters pudenda, finally locating her
pussy, parting the lips, maneuvering his prick up to it.  Bernard nodded.
Eddie, knowing no better, just plowed right in.  Bernard held tight.  Evie
was squirming, shuddering, trying to squall: Eddie had look of surprise on
his face.  He pushed in further.  More spasms from Evie.  Eddie started to
rock back and forth, he grabbed his sister's thighs harder and began to
pound his poor siblings violated quim.  Bernard luxuriated in the ripples
and spasms that rolled across his engulfed member.  Remembering that she
too needed to breath, Bernard pulled out suddenly.  Evie choked, gasped,
and retched on the floor.  Bernard wiped off his prick, then carefully
cleaned her lips and face with a cloth.  Stomach acid was not good for the
skin.  Grabbing her head again, he re-entered and started stroking.

   The tableau held: A young girl strapped down, her brother mightily
hammering his dick into her previously unopened pussy, pink slime staining
their legs and the leather horse.  The older man smoothly stroking deep
into the girls mouth.  But Eddie was young, and the excitement was too
great.  He began to speed up even further and started letting loose this
inarticulate cries that spoke of his eminent explosion.  He began a series
of shakes and twitching that announced him cumming into his sister again
and again.  After a last cry, he slumped to the floor.  'That was a good
One' Bernard thought.

   Bernard pulled his prick from the young maid's mouth.  She gasped, and
bawled a bit as he strode around.  Her face was flushed with tears and
excitement, Bernard mused.  'Young Lady, it is not always bad, especially
if one is not an inexperienced youth, and one knows how to do things
properly.' He stopped to admire her violated vagina.  The lips were red and
inflamed, with sperm and frothy blood liberally coating her, streaking down
her thighs.  He leaned closer, inhaling the heady aroma.  He gave her a
swipe of the tongue as he gathered a bit of the tantalizing mixture,
rolling it in his pallet as he would a fine wine.  Evie yelped.  But the
reddish pink portal of her broken virginity called to him.  It had been too
long..  He gripped his now steel hard penis and lined it up.  Slowly he
pressed the head in past the girlish gates.  She was very tight.  The head
of his prick squeezed past the opening and into the velvet heaven beyond. A
shudder of delight rocked Bernard's body.  The delicious vise closed upon
his rod as he pushed it in further.  He rode it in deeper and deeper til
his entire cock was within and he pressed up against the girl's bottom. 
She was babbling something, it included 'pleases' and 'nos' and 'stops' and
other things, but the lust was on him and there was only this delight.  It
was time to ride!

   But Bernard first gathered a bit of oozing blood and sperm in his right
hand which he snaked up underneath the girl's leg, resting his hand just at
the top of her plugged pussy.  He felt for the little nubbin, and
identifying her clitoris, he began to massage it.  He felt the girl stiffen
and spasm.  Oh, it felt so good, no matter the terrible crimes that he
could not help but perpetrate.  He began to stroke in and out, sometimes
changing pattern, all the while fondling the girls joy button.  With his
other hand he reached around and felt for her nipples.  He latched onto
one, of nice size.  He fondled it, rolled it, and tweaked it as he started
to ride her harder.  He could hear her breath start to catch into the
rhythm.  He knew he had her.

   Beneath his feet, Eddie started to stir as he regained some semblance of
consciousness.  Bernard commanded him up.  He told him to go to his
sister's face and have her stiffen him up.  Bernard held back a bit,
wanting to further this.  He commanded Evie to suck it.  She was so far
gone that he did not think she grasped whose dick she then mouthed and
sucked.  After it was suitably wet, he commanded the boy to return to him.
Eddie was again hard with the stamina of the very young, and Bernard licked
his lips.

   'Come Boy!  Stick it in me.  Ride me hard as I rode you.  Feel the
rhythm as I fuck your sister, and you can fuck her again through me.  Do
it!' Bernard slowed his stroke into the liquid delight of Evie's tightness
as he felt Eddie grab him and felt the prick nuzzle his buttocks.  In only
a minute of time, the boys prick was knocking at his cul.  With only the
lubrication of Evie's blowjob and his sweat, it was a struggle, but he
opened his sphincter as the boy gained purchase, and felt the knob
penetrate and push.

   Yes, young Eddie.  Drive it.  Feel my rhythm.  Match it." That said,
Bernard started shafting the young girl's pussy, all the while gripping the
boys rod with his sphincter.  It did not take long for young Eddie to grasp
the concept.  Soon Bernard picked up the rhythm, the firm pounding of the
cock in his ass sending him stabbing into Evie's depths.  Soon the girl
started to moan in the rhythm the two men tattooed on her.  She began to
emit high pitched squeaks, ululations and 'Oh nos'.  Then Bernard could
feel it starting, that paralyzing energy that swarmed through his body. 
His balls started to twitch and he could feel the come pulsing up into his
pounding prick.  He felt the boy grab tight and start a rabbit like series
of twitches that sent sperm deep into his bowels.  He rammed into the young
girl, and felt his spurting commence, come spurting out again and again. 
Dripping out the young girls pussy in splootchy noisy, streams.  He kept it
up til his strength failed him and he collapsed on top of the girl, as
Eddie slid off him and fell once again to the ground.

   And this was only the first act.  Bernard felt a great sadness as he
left himself, and small release.





   ACT TWO



   While his two charges still lay exhausted, Bernard gathered them and
moved them to the place of the premier tableaux of the evening.  A long
very low chaise, again specially made for this very purpose, was the
eventual repose of the darling Evie.  Her head was laid towards the glass.
A stout leather belt about her middle kept her in place.  Parlour ropes
with loops at the end fitted around her ankles.  Bernard tightened the
loops and then pulled back on the ropes, pulling her legs up in the air,
back towards her body.  Her arms he feed into the leather cuffs that lined
the edge.

   Gathering young Eddie, Bernard carted him to the chaise and laid him
atop his sister, reversed.  A rope looped over both the bodies to keep
Eddie from thrashing about too much.  Making sure the boy's privates were
square above Evie's face, Bernard then buckled in the boy's thighs.  It
required a few adjustments for a perfect fit.  Even in this horrid business
Bernard made sure that everything was done properly.  Then he adjusted
Eddie's face over Evie's reddish pink cunnie.  He cinched up her legs so
that her pelvis was lifted up slightly from the chaise.  "Perfect, just the
right angle.  Now a cushion to complete the arrangement." Bernard wedged
the cushion under the girl's back.  He stepped back to admire the symmetry.


   He did not yet feel the pull that would send him into further diabolic
madness.  The youths were stirring on their bed of woe, and Bernard hurried
to them.  (Tongue evie ass) "One more Tableaux tonight children.  Evie,
take your brother's prodder and suck on it.  No need for decorum for you
now." Her eyes had a bit of glaze, probably the Lust .  She moved her head
about and trapped her brother's glans between tongue and lip, and drew it
in.  Bernard heard Eddie sigh, as the young sprite began to suckle and move
upon his re-engorged member.  Bernard walked around and knelt next to
Eddie's trapped head.  "Give her a good licking, Eddie," he whispered. 
"This will not be easy for a young girl, so any favorable feelings we can
provide her will help immeasurably." He helped with task by giving the boy
instruction.  "Concentrate here.  Use your tongue.  Yes, good." The boy was
doing a decent enough job, but Bernard had to prepare Evie for the actual
event.  He drank in the aroma of her reddened pussy, still leaking a bit
from her earlier run.  He admired the delicate freckled lips again, the
curve of.  her girlish buttocks, the dark dank valley, with the less dainty
rosebud nestled within.

   There was a time when Bernard would never have wanted to see such a
thing, much less contemplate the horrid delights he was about to partake
in. Somewhere, something had gone wrong to lead him to this downward path
of sin and excess.  Before he had come to work for the Master he had been a
decent fellow.  He remembered the first time the lust came upon him, in
this very chamber, with the young negro groundskeeper's son....  The horror
and the delight still washed over him.  It had taken place during the first
visit of Master's damnable English friend.  Perhaps that was why he didn't
like him.

   Bernard woke from his reverie, with his face pressed against young
Evie's buttocks, his tongue alternately swiping across the back groove, and
then diving into her delicious anal flower.  His tongue caressed the
striations of the muscle, and then, suitably stiffened, it plunged into the
depths, wriggling and thrusting.  He made sure to swab an indelicate amount
of saliva into the girl's back channel.  He knew what she would be going
through.  This part of it could be enjoyed.



   Then Bernard felt the splitting flash of a headache.  He knew it was
time.  He knew what it was time for.  It was on him again, that dark miasma
that forced him to do inhuman things, and love them.  Back he went to the
study.  Ajax and Hector still waited, though they were quivering with
energy.  They knew, too.  The dogs stayed at heal though, as he brought
them to the room.  They were such good, well trained dogs.  Bernard noted
that the bound pair were lost in their servicing of one another.  That
would change.  He made his bow to the mirror.  He contemplated the order of
events.  The dogs whined, excited by the tangy smell of arousal..

   Making his decision, he gather Ajax and circled around behind Eddie. 
Evie's mouth was now impaled around her brother's prong, and he was
twitching and humping his pelvis to add to his delight.  Evie opened her
eyes at the sound of the two approaching.  They grew larger as Bernard
maneuvered the canine into position.  He split the boy's buttocks with one
hand, while giving the signal to the very alert Ajax.  The German Shepard
lept up onto the boy's back and began to thrust wildly.  Bernard grasped
the vermillion shaft and guided it into the wildly working asshole of the
young servant.  Once Ajax felt his prick hit the mark, the dog clasped the
boy fiercely and began to thrust fast and hard, driving the slick animal
organ deeper and deeper.  Eddie's prick was driven more forcefully into
Evie's astonished continence.  Once he was sure everything was properly set
in motion, he returned for Hector.

   By the time he and Hector arrived at the other side, the dog was whining
and barking with excitement.  This time it took a bit more maneuvering, as
both children were thrashing about in fear and excitement.  Eddie had his
eyes closed and was grunting in time to Ajax's thrusts.  Bernard hoped that
the tonguing he'd given Evie would help her get through this.  He signaled
the dog and soon Hector had his paws up on Eddie's back, his reddened staff
thrusting wildly about hitting Eddie's face, Evie's stomach and pudenda,
just about everywhere except where it needed to go.  Bernard reached down
for the dog's already swollen, leaking member, and directed it down to the
girl's spit-slickened asshole.  He held the aim as the dog finally got the
pointy tip into the sphincter.  Once Hector felt that he began to start
humping madly.  Evie made a loud gurgling noise through Eddie's prick as
the canine thrust inch after inch up her cornhole.  She was so small for
this.  Bernard knew the feel of Hector's prick, and it was quite something
even for a full grown man.

   The thought made his johnson twitch.  Bernard looked and saw that the
boy was not doing his duty to Evie's cunny as she squirmed on the prong of
the dog.  Bernard reached down and grabbed the boy's head, pulled it from
underneath the furry dog belly, angling it towards him.  Bernard lined up
his prick, and thrust it into the boy's gasping mouth.  Ah, the lust was in
full flower again as the quintet started to bounce in time with one
another. Bernard gave up any thought of reproach as he ran his member down
shuddering boy's throat.  Soon he was stroking as madly as the two canines.
No subtlety, just a run for the roses.  He was near popping off again, when
he felt Eddie try to squirm and caper out of the bonds.  Ah yes, Ajax had
just set his knot inside the boy's butt.  The lust had passed to both of
the children, and though they writhed about, they also drove their savaged
backsides into the animal's rapidly swelling dogprongs.  He watched as
Hector's knot slid out of the sheath and with a flurry of humping spasms,
popped into young Evie's narrow nether channel.  A strangled yell subsided
into rhythmic moans, as Evie's mouth was still latched around her brother's
driving prick

   "Good girl!", thought Bernard, "Perhaps she'll get to stay awhile..."
His happy thoughts, punctuated by the rhythm of his thrusting prick, were
interrupted.  First Ajax and then Hector began to redouble their pounding
of the two youths.  Foam flecked their lips and they began a peculiar
little howling that signaled they were reaching the peak of their spunk
spewing ride.  Bernard felt the darkness rise up in him, and he soon
matched the canines' rhythms.  The Lust peaked in him, and he spewed into
the young boy's throat.

   He staggered back, unplugged and barely held on to one of the paddling
stations.  He was only vaguely aware as the two dogs rattled and bounced
and shivered to their climax in the bodies of his young charges.  He
thought he heard laughing from somewhere, perhaps behind the glass, but he
know that couldn't be.  So it wasn't.  He closed his eyes and panted.  When
he opened them again, the dogs were panting lazily, and had turned
themselves around in their victims, Ajax having a bit of trouble getting
his legs steady on the ground.  The Lust was gone.  Bernard tidied himself
up before he headed over to careful separate the two from their beastly
studs.  Bernard looked to the window, and the darkness there told him they
were finished for this evening..

   In a flash that had the feel of the lust, he also knew that every third
night, once the master was gone, he would have the house alone with the two
youngsters, and that he would do all manner of unspeakable things with and
too them, that they would try every position and contortion, and on Sundays
he would take one or both down to help him service the stableboys or the
dogs, that he would feel horrible and contrite the day after and quiver
with anticipation the entire day before.  And this would last until the
time young Evie came to her menses and became a young woman.  He could
still play with Eddie, but from then on she would only hump her brother. 
Of course, once she was a women, Bernard knew his desire for her would fade
quickly, much to his sadness.  He knew this would continue until young Evie
became pregnant (for they would not take even the most rudimentary
precautions).  In the back of his mind he knew that Evie would again become
desirable to him, at least for a few months.  His sigh dropped down, broken
.  Only until she showed unmistakenly, and then the master would discover
the horrible love of the cursed couple and fire them in disgrace,
blackballing them and letting all know their deviant ways.  He knew that
from then on the two would only be able to slake their desire in one
another's arms, his brotherly prick plowing her quim incessantly,
incestantly, at least until the resulting children grew to proper size.

   Bernard was saddened by this knowledge, and he quietly took the dogs off
to their runs.  Heading back to see to the youngsters, he thought, "I can
save up a little bit of money for them so they are not destitute when the
master throws them out.  I can give them little extra jobs for extra pay
out of petty cash.  Perhaps enough so they can get far away from here and
live what happy life they can with the constraints of their Lust.  Yes, I
could do that, as long as I never let anyone know.  Even for someone as
corrupted as himself, there were avenues of mercy."

   Bernard made his way back to the room.  The room felt strangely empty,
no longer charged with the dynamo of horror and energy the Lust brought. 
Bernard felt almost human again.  The two ingenues lay boneless, sprawled
across a leather loveseat and an ottoman.  Bernard lovingly helped them sit
up, gave them a rinse and wiped them off.  He explained to them how the
Lust was gone now and that only at certain times would it command such
extremes of them.  And that in the time between such fits, things would be
much easier and more enjoyable.  He praised them for their bravery and told
them how he'd look after them now.  He knew he couldn't tell them the
vision of their future.  Best for them not to know, to enjoy it while they
could.

   That thought invigorated Bernard, and to celebrate his freedom from the
Lust, Bernard fished his newly erect prick out the fly of his pants, and
waved it in the direction of the seated brother and sister.  Evie reached
for it shyly, and Eddie even more shyly, turning a bright shade of red.  He
knew they would do what he said.  Bernard told them how to do it as he
preferred: "Yes, kiss.  Now I will slide my pego into the heart of your
kiss.  Both of you slide along.  Use your tongues.  Evie dear, fish your
hand into my trowsers and fondle my balls, then creep further back and
spear my anus with your charming fingers.  Eddie, stroke for me, I want to
see your full glory.  Fondle your sisters buttocks and stick a finger up
her nether end.  I think I shall take a run there and you can prong me at
the same time.  Lucky Pierre again.

   And so Bernard soon found himself disrobed again, his throbbing prod
slowly sliding into the tight twitching behind of slender nymph as her
brother's turgid rod inched its way deeper into his own backside, while the
two of them each fondled one of Evie's nipples.  He started up a slow,
steady rhythm to get them on their way.  Bernard thanked the heavens that
he was free of the corruption of the Lust for awhile and could just enjoy
what was left for him to enjoy.  He could relax from being a monster.

   "Now, Eddie, right as I am about to come in your sister, I want you to
squeeze my balls...."

   <1st attachment end>

   ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice----- Notice: This post has been
modified from its original format.  The post was sent as an email
attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.  -----
ASSM Moderation System Notice----- 

------- ASSM Moderation System Notice--------
This post has been reformatted by the ASSM
Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+